The Burden - By Zach
a blank slate, a heavy weight
beaming eyes, so much hate
pulsing slowly, talking lowly
i am not loved, no one holds me
people think, minds will shrink
i will die as i sink
my mind is dead, so much dread
i feel like i am glued to my bed
many songs, taser prongs
in my mind im hearing gongs
im fucking sad, is that bad?
no more suffering, and ill be glad
pouring rain, snort cocaine
i want to fall in front of a train
smoking pot, im gonna rot
ive learned nothing from what ive been taught
jail for a day, rent i pay
being drunk is ok
party wild, i hate adulthood, though im still a child